Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

I'm watching an argument that the expanding brain meme is "ableist" and should be removed from discourse.

Y'all, I'm definitely taking the day off from my allies.

Hey, everybody! For those who have been following @anthracite's toots: I am alive. :)

Basically I pulled a back muscle so badly I lied down and couldn't stand back up. I'm embarrassed, but every doctor and nurse was totally understanding and insistent that we had done the right thing.

More than anything, no offense Dad, but I'm just proud to have finally proven I'm less of a butthead than my late father, notorious for toughing these things out when he shouldn't have. -_-

Here we go.

https://vimeo.com/215550296

"Come to Portland! We have... bridges. And... welding?"

The really sad thing is, when Peg and I visited Portland, we were only there for two days and covered most of the above highlights. :p

To be fair, Powell's is pretty damned impressive. And I actually really love Portland, in part _because_ it's a nerdy, run-down town without a lot of tacky surface glamour. Same reasons I like Seattle.

There's a commercial from the Portland Tourist Bureau currently in heavy rotation on Hulu, and it's driving me crazy.

It's a cute little animated ad with a disgustingly stereotypical millennial couple. Its pitch basically boils down to "Come visit Portland! It's... a city!" and it's one of the highest-pathos things I've ever seen. :|

We can't win the Red Queen's Race of innovation and cooptation, but if we're smart and compassionate we can run in place for a real long time before anyone catches us. <3

I deliberately avoided defining postfurry, but I'm pretty sure if it ever loses certain elements -- radical empathy, skepticism towards stereotypes, faith in the power of play -- it WILL break good and hard. In fact, I pray it does, and curse the perpetrator to have only one name and one body for the rest of their lives.

These questions were absolutely integral to what I wanted to do with postfurry from the very beginning.

My very first inorganic space-weirdo character was Hannah Rose Kincaid, a disabled human who got herself uploaded into a bioplastic lavalamp-fox shell.

Her entire background explicitly came from a desire to imagine a world where "we" were the Bad Guys. So I made her be from a world of radical humanist Flower Child types who had gone all reactionary against the transhuman era...

Not because of anything y'all specifically are fucking up, just because that's how all movements go. <3

Everything is awesome and exciting re: PF right now as far as I'm concerned, and I can't be happier. I've liked every one of the current gen that I've met. This is just random musing about the future!

But it's still interesting to contemplate how ideological drift might make us betray ourselves someday. A postfurry orthodoxy, how exactly would that even work?

Everything even remotely resembling a good religious practice has a doctrine along the lines of:

"And sooner or later, some literal-minded schmuck or power-hungry twerp will try to pervert my teachings for their own purposes. Ignore them completely. I know in advance most of you will not, and I'm so sorry for what will happen to you."

Postfurry is not a religion and has no founder, but it still has that doctrine. It is not to be used as a vessel for anything but joy and passion. But it will.

Oh, what the hell. It's going to be a long workday. Got any questions for #TMITuesday?

We're having an online seminar and discussing rules for food classification. Our Indian coworkers are good-naturedly mocking Americans for our taste in food, and I'm having such a good time. XD

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6qkAmaYMag

https://i.imgur.com/RO1gAGF.gifv

why is this not a cable channel

why is this not a staple of casino gambling

why are they not dressed in little futuristic gladiator harnesses

https://i.imgur.com/Bdsenuz.gifv

Lady Dynamite has been such a huge gift for me. If you're unfamiliar, it's Maria Bamford's autobiographical sitcom. A lot of it deals frankly (but sweetly) with the RL history of severe bipolar episodes that nearly wrecked her career.

I'm doing so much better now, but being able to look to someone else's story of BADLY failing a Sanity check and then bouncing back to love, comfort, and success (and adorable pugs) has been incredibly therapeutic this year.